When Yang Jian returned, he had already realized that something was wrong.
Liu San, He Yin'er, Zhou Deng, and Lu Zhiwen all stood motionless where they were. Their eyes were closed, as if they had fallen asleep, showing no reaction whatsoever to the outside world.
"This is a supernatural attack targeting consciousness, similar to Ghost Dream. As expected, Zhang Xianguang wanted to lure me away so he could take out the others. He knows I've controlled Ghost Dream and have a vicious dog with me, so an attack like this is useless against me. That's why he changed his strategy." Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly as he saw through the situation at once.
"But how could he be so confident that he could succeed in such a short time?"
He was puzzled.
But he did not hesitate. Water began seeping out beneath his feet. He intended to use the vicious dog to invade their consciousness and wake them from their coma.
However, at that moment.
Suddenly.
Yang Jian noticed something and turned toward the distance.
At that moment, two dead-gray arms clung to the wall surrounding the abandoned playground. Then, with a thud, a bizarre corpse with broken, missing legs tumbled down from the wall. A pair of strange, venomous eyes seemed to look his way as the crippled corpse crawled toward them at an unbelievable speed.
Not only that, strange human faces began emerging from the peeling plaster on the nearby wall. The faces struggled and twisted, as though trying to break free from the wall and walk out.
Several oddly shaped figures had somehow appeared amid the weeds of the playground.
Some were gaunt and tall, standing there like utility poles.
Others were stiff and numb, their limbs taut as they walked, utterly inflexible and especially bizarre.
"Ghosts,